She, Xiao Ruci, never liked to be sloppy, but she still fell into this abyss step by step.
In the past, she was perverse and dared to choke with the Seventh Prince, but now she is gradually wrapping herself up for him.
The handkerchief he gave her flew in the wind, and finally fell into the muddy water, becoming dirty. The peace charm that my mother asked for was put on a red thread and hung around his neck for him. She patted his chest and said with a forced smile. Ru Ci thought to herself that this was never her and his story.